Facing the burning gaze of the young man opposite, Curly Hair, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, felt a professional crisis for the first time - he has always been good at digging holes for others, but the Chinese boy opposite dug a big pit for him, waiting for him to jump in.

Curly tries to resolve the embarrassment: "Uh, how do you say it? There is such ...... content"

"There should be a lot of such content!" Sun Ruiyang interrupted him when he saw him slurring: "When I was a child, I spent about four holidays in the UK, and I saw books about China sold in bookstores. My father once told me that quite a lot of Westerners have a lot of prejudice against China, and I didn't understand why at first, but after reading those books, I understood. I don't know if it's because the author's knowledge is limited, or if they deliberately did it, the China in those books is still about a feudal society, and there is a time difference of at least half a century with the China I live in. ”

Curly didn't believe that this teenager's eloquence overpowered him, he readjusted his strategy and began to avoid the question again: "Then I'm curious, how do your Chinese textbooks describe Western society?"

"There are disadvantages and advantages, but we all admit that the West is indeed more developed than us now, and there is much to learn from us. Sun Ruiyang smiled calmly: "We will not deliberately smear and ignore the strengths of other countries, so we can look at the world objectively and learn from the strengths of others." ”

Before he could ask a question, Sun Ruiyang said: "If your understanding of China only stays at half a century ago, it will not necessarily be a bad thing for us. ”

"When you relax your vigilance, we are quietly rising", this sentence is what Sun Ruiyang wants to say. But he didn't say it, let Curly Hair experience it for himself.

And the curly hair was already out of order, and he said incoherently: "Of course we admit that China is a very great country......"

"We thought the same way, we were the greatest country in the world for a long time, and we were used to that, so much so that there was a dark period later. I'm sure we'll rise again, just as we're used to. ”

Sun Ruiyang's eyes were blazing, shining with flame-like enthusiasm. And Curly was completely stupid - who am I, where am I, what questions am I going to ask?

After a while, he said, "Well, let's talk about education in China! Do you think education in China is fair? I heard that it is much more difficult for you to go to university than students in other places, and you are not dissatisfied?"

"Each system has advantages and disadvantages, and of course I find it unfair. But in order to overcome this injustice, I chose to work harder to change the system in the future, and if I complained, nothing could be changed. ”

Curly expected the effect that the student was indignantly accusing of the unfairness of education, but he did not expect to meet the most rational student in this school. He's never been so embarrassed about interviews that he's so rushed to the end that he can't wait to cut them all.

However, even if he was full of frustration, he had to say that he admired students like Sun Ruiyang very much, and he also had a feeling of admiration for Gangcheng No. 2 Middle School, which he had never put in his eyes. He even felt that it was time to re-examine contemporary China.

Sun Ruiyang completed the interview task heartily, confiding out all the long-buried thoughts, and his body and mind were extremely comfortable. On his way back to the classroom, he meets Jolene. Jolene saw him smiling and knew he had won.

"Did you teach that arrogant curly a lesson?"

"I can't talk about a lesson, but I just didn't let him get a bargain. Sun Ruiyang replied.

Jolene stomped her foot in annoyance: "I regretted it just now! I have so many thoughts in my head, but I don't speak English well, so I ran away after saying two sentences." But after I ran away, I remembered how to say it in English! The more I thought about it, the more I regretted it!"

Jolene puffs out her cheeks, her fair skin is blown, and she is incomparably cute. If it weren't for school, Sun Ruiyang really wanted to pinch her little face.

"Okay, I've said it all for you, don't worry about it. Learn English in the future, don't forget, you still want to interview Kaka! Kaka's English is also very good!"

"Hmm!" said Jolene, smiling brighter than spring. She could not have predicted that many years later, she would become a veteran translator and would never be frustrated again because of her poor English.

The welcome ceremony is scheduled for 2 p.m., and all classes will consciously gather in the school auditorium. This equates to an hour of not having to go to class, and the students are cheering, hoping that if this kind of event is held a few more times, there will be much less class time.

After the leaders of the two sides delivered enthusiastic speeches, it was time for theatrical performances. Performances on this occasion do not need to be large, but the quality must be high. Gangcheng No. 2 Middle School has prepared three programs, one is a folk dance skewer, a female solo "Toast Song", and the last folk music ensemble "Jasmine".

These programs were performed by the art students of No. 2 Middle School, and the professional performances made the students fascinated. Principal Xu was also full of pride, and whispered to Li Lanzhi beside him: "Although it is a bit narcissistic to say this kind of thing, I still want to say - our students are so good!

Li Lanzhi smiled: "Who said it wasn't? Just now I wanted to say that the children in the second middle school are amazing!"

After the performance, the host said enthusiastically: "Now please stand up and sing the song "Riding the Wind and Waves" of our No. 2 Middle School to express our welcome to the guests from afar!"

The students were a little confused—where did the school song mean to welcome guests from afar?, but they still stood up obediently, cleared their throats, and prepared to sing aloud. I don't know who wrote the song of the second middle school, it is very high-key, very unfriendly to students who have no vocal foundation, and they often sing it deliberately to cry wolf.

In fact, this link was improvised by Principal Xu, because he watched the show and watched it, so he wanted foreign friends to see the cohesion of the second middle school. But soon, Principal Xu paid the price for his momentary arrogance.

Because as soon as the passionate prelude came out, the accompaniment stuck. The melody is one after another, especially harsh, as uncomfortable as constipation.

The teacher in charge of the sound panicked all of a sudden, turned off the music, turned it back on, and still nothing changed. The foreign guests whispered, and Principal Xu's face was pale, he peeked at it, and the principal of School S maintained a polite face, but kept looking down at his watch. Obviously, they didn't have much interest in singing the school song, and they couldn't understand the lyrics anyway, so it was better to end it early and they could rest for a while.

The host couldn't help but quietly ask Principal Xu: "Why don't we cancel this session?" or a cappella?"

Principal Xu said angrily: "Cancel? Doesn't this make outsiders see the joke? Hey—isn't there a piano over there? Can't you play with piano accompaniment? You're a music teacher yourself, and you can't play the school song?"

The host said embarrassedly: "I ...... My major is vocal music, and I don't play the piano very well. ”

"Then find someone who knows how to play the piano!Don't embarrass me!" Principal Xu said almost through gritted teeth.

As the minutes ticked by, everyone had different agitations. Wei Chenglin casually caught a glimpse of the piano, as if hearing its call.

Wei Chenglin didn't care at first, anyway, the current situation had nothing to do with him, he stood there very indifferently, like other students, either distracted, or in a daze, waiting for the teacher's next instruction.

But even if he looked away, he could still hear the call of the piano, one after another, so clearly—Wei Chenglin!

Then he looked at the piano again, as if it were a silent friend, and only he could let it open the conversation. His heart was beating wildly, his palms were sweating, and he forced himself not to look at it—what did I do? I was a poor student, and no one ever listened to me, and no one ever thought I had any superpowers to save the world. Besides, I don't even believe in myself.

So he was again as if nothing had happened. At this time, the noise became louder and louder, and the smiles of the foreign guests sitting at the front became intriguing.

Wei Chenglin thought to himself, it's really strange! This situation and this scene obviously have nothing to do with me, why are they shouting "Wei Chenglin" in all directions?

He subconsciously looked at Qiao Lin, Qiao Lin motioned for him to step forward, he saw Sun Ruiyang again, Sun Ruiyang also motioned for him to step forward, Min Jia stood in front of him, suddenly turned around, and shouted crisply, "Wei Chenglin, go up quickly"!

So, his heart was beating wildly again, and he looked at the piano and felt its call more precisely.

It's like a submachine gun for Qiao Nan, and an Olympiad problem for Sun Ruiyang...... Everyone has their own mission, and the piano is their own mission!

Wei Chenglin didn't know how he got to the front of the stage, and he didn't know, he was so firm in every step, looking at his back, he seemed to be a teenager who went to save the world, and every footprint was shining with dazzling light.

He walked onto the stage and bowed deeply to the more than two thousand of his classmates, as he used to do as a child. The noise below reached its peak, but in a moment, the noise calmed down, a deep and dignified calm.

The teacher in charge of the sound hurriedly set up the microphone, Wei Chenglin lifted the piano lid, closed his eyes, and took a long deep breath. He played it yesterday and knew that a few keys in C major and D major were out of tune, and he couldn't tune them, but he could switch to E key and try to avoid those keys that were out of tune.

He pondered for a while, and finally said to his classmates: "There is a problem with the piano, I play a little higher melody than usual, let's sing as high as possible! ”

"Good!" unexpectedly, the shouts below shook the ground.

The hot blood flowed to his fingertips, making his slender fingers flutter on the keys. Smooth melodies slanted from the fingertips, and the majestic sound of the piano echoed through the spacious auditorium.

"The surging waters of the Bohai Sea have exhausted countless heroes;

The majestic Kunshan peak, shining with endless light.

Yes~

We are the proudest sons and daughters of the port city,

We are the best second-year students;

We ride the wind and waves and move forward bravely!"

Perhaps infected by the enthusiastic singing students, the teachers of the second middle school also sang along unconsciously.

"We never give up!

We have learned to be faithful and fraternal,

Determined to be the strongest generation;

We carry the rise and fall of glory and disgrace,

live up to the expectations of the motherland;

Someday,

We stand on the stage of the world,

Let everyone cheer for us;

Yes!

We are the proudest sons and daughters of the port city,

We are the best second school students......"

The second middle school student didn't know what was wrong, and the lyrics that usually felt ordinary would be sung until tears flowed down their faces. Unconsciously, Principal Xu and the others were also in tears. Everyone was singing loudly, and the sense of pride had never been stronger.

Wei Chenglin's piano played sonorously and passionately, and the final finish was clean and neat, even if no one sang, but he couldn't hear the sound at all.

At the end of the song, the audience erupted in warm applause. The second middle school student applauded Wei Chenglin from the bottom of his heart, and also applauded himself.

Several foreign guests' ears were numb with shock, but they gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "Thank you for letting us hear this amazing song." It's really amazing!"

Only the music teacher knew how Wei Chenglin adapted the tune, and she couldn't help but say to herself: "There is no preparation time, but it can be converted so perfectly! This pitch is terrible! Genius! What a genius!"

The hair on Wei Chenglin's forehead was soaked, and his hands were still on the keys, trembling slightly. He heard the cheers of his classmates and the compliments of foreign guests, but he was surprisingly calm. He stared at his hands and couldn't help but burst into tears - now, are these hands about to be resurrected?